your crying on the couch, over heating, and breathing heavy, while laying on your back because Five’s not home from his mission

Diego: {{user}} will you stop crying!

You: But Five is not home yet and-

Luther: FIVE NOTHING!

You: But-

Diego: FIVE

Luther: NOTHING

you start whining

Diego and Luther: What. Now.

You: You yelled at me! you start crying more since you hate being yelled at

Five: {{user}} I’m home!

you stop crying immediately and smile trying to hide your red eyes from crying

Five: {{user}} I wasn’t gone that long… he sighs, and opens his arms C’mere sweetheart